Reflection on the Ego Forever Fixing its Hair Live only thinking of yourself, for others are merely mirrors in which we celebrate worlds we’ve each made from our own images, reflecting like small gods inside our minds. Not even a leaf’s self-centered enough to be blind to the brittle branch, autumn wind, lonely stone all awaiting its slow pitch― expectant mothers stunned by love’s long sweet dive. Christmas Reflection Be merry for gifts’ sake. See them cowering beneath the lighted branches, waiting for bright grenades to fall. Imagine Snoopy’s fury as he swoops down for a bombing run. Christmas is a time when paper is torn, bows undone, presents shudder naked as dinner begins. Watch how giftwrap pales, blanches stark white, glowering at that fake scary tree.
Robert Wynne earned his MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University. A former co-editor of Cider Press Review, he has published 6 chapbooks, and 3 full-length books of poetry, the most recent being “Self-Portrait as Odysseus,” published in 2011 by Tebot Bach Press. He’s won numerous prizes, and his poetry has appeared in magazines and anthologies throughout North America. He lives in Burleson, TX with his wife and 2 rambunctious dogs. His online home is www.rwynne.com.